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Santa Claus

the sun dipped low

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breathing quietly.

he took his hands out of his pockets and headed for the front of the ferry.

the eyes of a flock of seagulls stared blankly as they danced in the wind, falling back and swooping forward.

he reached the front of the ferry and watched the water slowly bubble.

wind whipping his nylon jacket.

he made his way back towards his car, row after row.

 

his car was warm.

he fell asleep slowly, with the hum of the radio losing reception and falling to static.

he woke up to the knocking of a friend whom he hadnt seen since his childhood.

that wasnt so long ago.

he rolled down his window and smiled.

 

"how've you been? it's been ages." no it hasnt. not even 5 years.

 

"i've been great," she smiled, "are you heading home or on your way somewhere?"

 

"oh, im just visiting my grandfather."

 

"oh, how fun! do you still live in the city?"

 

"oh yea, i dont think i'll ever leave," it was getting too personal. "and...yea." i smiled, again.

 

"yea, i know what you mean."

 

thank god the ferry docked before we got any further.

 

"well, i guess i'll get headed back to my car, it was nice seeing you!"

 

"yea, maybe i'll see ya again!" but i doubt it. i rolled up my window, watching her in my side view mirror.

 

he sighed.

and sighed again.

he checked his sideview mirror again. she was back in her car, or somewhere, wherever, it didnt matter.

that was the last he'd see of her, he was sure.

 

his grandfather's was like always.

he ate and talked of music and boats and trips across the Sound. it was early still, but the sun dipped low.

 

with a firm handshake and many goodbyes, he made his way down his grandfather's gravel driveway and into his car. he started the car and let it sit for a moment before putting it into gear.

 

he drove down the driveway and met with the street. he looked left and right.

he sighed.

and sighed again.

he checked his sideview mirror. his grandfather was back inside.

that was the last he'd see of him.

 

he made his way to the docks, getting there just in time to make the 5:30 ferry. one of the last cars on the boat.

 

he creeped foward by order of the ferry workers.

creeping creeping creeping. coming to a stop inches from the car in front of him.

 

his eyes raised to the car at his left.

there was his friend, sitting in her blue honda reading a local newspaper.

 

he quickly lowered his eyes, and ducked down a bit, squirming to the right side of his car. he unlocked the door and got out on the passengers side, and made his way upstairs, making sure she wouldnt see him.

he made his way to a small booth towards the front of the ferry, and fell asleep to the purr of the engine, chugging across the Sound.

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that was nice....

 

for some reason - before you even mentioned the sound..i knew what city you were talking about....

 

bump for living in a beautiful city.

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Originally posted by jades_blue

that was nice....

 

for some reason - before you even mentioned the sound..i knew what city you were talking about....

 

bump for living in a beautiful city.

hah...that's encouraging...nice to see people taking pride in their city:)

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yea...i sat down and started typing last night, and this is what came out. not a true story, but not entirely fiction. just images more than a story i guess. thanks for the kind words.

 

and yea jades....its nice here.

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